I got Balenciaga on my jeans
Pull up I f*ck on that bitch and I flee
I'm makin' this money seven days a week
And you not makin' nothin' f*ck that gotta do with me?
I been told you I get to the racks
Imma f*ck her I'm blowin' her back
You tellin' me somethin' but I didn't ask
I'm mindin' my business I'm smokin' that pack yeah
Yup
Tell me what you really on about
I get some money now I got some new friends Imma go 'head and call 'em out
You talkin' like you my brother I keep it a buck 'cause to be honest I don't know ya
As if you know me for real you don't really know me so Imma go 'head and show ya
I had to get that bitch out of my life
Doin' me wrong ain't doin' me right
Me and her best friend yeah we stay tight
She got a bestie yeah she my type
I need a spark yeah I need a light
Foreign my whip we takin' a ride
Stackin' my chips I get bread like it's rye
These bitches be hatin' tell them bitches bye
Get in my bag Imma get it fosho
You only know of whatever you told
Talkin' that shit but that shit gettin' old
Look at my wrist that shit too cold
Summertime it get hot in this bitch
How I roll that's how I rock in this bitch
Rock and roll that's how it go
That's how it go did you not know?
Feel like the goat been on go mode
Been so locked in I do it solo
You poppin' pills that's a no go
I just smoke my weed and mind my business
I get cookin' like I'm in the kitchen
Tell me what ya know 'bout it
You don't really know 'bout it yeah
I got Balenciaga on my jeans
Pull up I f*ck on that bitch and I flee
I'm makin' this money seven days a week
And you not makin' nothin' f*ck that gotta do with me?
I been told you I get to the racks
Imma f*ck her I'm blowin' her back
You tellin' me somethin' but I didn't ask
I'm mindin' my business I'm smokin' that pack yeah
Yup
Tell me what you really on about
I got some money now I got some new friends Imma go 'head and call 'em out
You talkin' like you my brother I keep it a buck 'cause to be honest I don't know ya
As if you know me for real you don't really know me so Imma go 'head and show ya
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I got Balenciaga on my jeans
Pull up I f*ck on that bitch and I flee
I'm makin' this money seven days a week
And you not makin' nothin' f*ck that gotta do with me?
I been told you I get to the racks
Imma f*ck her I'm blowin' her back
You tellin' me somethin' but I didn't ask
I'm mindin' my business I'm smokin' that pack yeah
Yup
Tell me what you really on about
I get some money now I got some new friends Imma go 'head and call 'em out
You talkin' like you my brother I keep it a buck 'cause to be honest I don't know ya
As if you know me for real you don't really know me so Imma go 'head and show ya
I had to get that bitch out of my life
Doin' me wrong ain't doin' me right
Me and her best friend yeah we stay tight
She got a bestie yeah she my type
I need a spark yeah I need a light
Foreign my whip we takin' a ride
Stackin' my chips I get bread like it's rye
These bitches be hatin' tell them bitches bye
Get in my bag Imma get it fosho
You only know of whatever you told
Talkin' that shit but that shit gettin' old
Look at my wrist that shit too cold
Summertime it get hot in this bitch
How I roll that's how I rock in this bitch
Rock and roll that's how it go
That's how it go did you not know?
Feel like the goat been on go mode
Been so locked in I do it solo
You poppin' pills that's a no go
I just smoke my weed and mind my business
I get cookin' like I'm in the kitchen
Tell me what ya know 'bout it
You don't really know 'bout it yeah
I got Balenciaga on my jeans
Pull up I f*ck on that bitch and I flee
I'm makin' this money seven days a week
And you not makin' nothin' f*ck that gotta do with me?
I been told you I get to the racks
Imma f*ck her I'm blowin' her back
You tellin' me somethin' but I didn't ask
I'm mindin' my business I'm smokin' that pack yeah
Yup
Tell me what you really on about
I got some money now I got some new friends Imma go 'head and call 'em out
You talkin' like you my brother I keep it a buck 'cause to be honest I don't know ya
As if you know me for real you don't really know me so Imma go 'head and show ya
Pull up I f*ck on that bitch and I flee
I'm makin' this money seven days a week
And you not makin' nothin' f*ck that gotta do with me?
I been told you I get to the racks
Imma f*ck her I'm blowin' her back
You tellin' me somethin' but I didn't ask
I'm mindin' my business I'm smokin' that pack yeah
Yup
Tell me what you really on about
I get some money now I got some new friends Imma go 'head and call 'em out
You talkin' like you my brother I keep it a buck 'cause to be honest I don't know ya
As if you know me for real you don't really know me so Imma go 'head and show ya
I had to get that bitch out of my life
Doin' me wrong ain't doin' me right
Me and her best friend yeah we stay tight
She got a bestie yeah she my type
I need a spark yeah I need a light
Foreign my whip we takin' a ride
Stackin' my chips I get bread like it's rye
These bitches be hatin' tell them bitches bye
Get in my bag Imma get it fosho
You only know of whatever you told
Talkin' that shit but that shit gettin' old
Look at my wrist that shit too cold
Summertime it get hot in this bitch
How I roll that's how I rock in this bitch
Rock and roll that's how it go
That's how it go did you not know?
Feel like the goat been on go mode
Been so locked in I do it solo
You poppin' pills that's a no go
I just smoke my weed and mind my business
I get cookin' like I'm in the kitchen
Tell me what ya know 'bout it
You don't really know 'bout it yeah
I got Balenciaga on my jeans
Pull up I f*ck on that bitch and I flee
I'm makin' this money seven days a week
And you not makin' nothin' f*ck that gotta do with me?
I been told you I get to the racks
Imma f*ck her I'm blowin' her back
You tellin' me somethin' but I didn't ask
I'm mindin' my business I'm smokin' that pack yeah
Yup
Tell me what you really on about
I got some money now I got some new friends Imma go 'head and call 'em out
You talkin' like you my brother I keep it a buck 'cause to be honest I don't know ya
As if you know me for real you don't really know me so Imma go 'head and show ya
Writer: remi belaen
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